Surprise housework

Naomi had to ride her bike all the way home from school. Her car was busted, and she was mad about it. It was going to cost a lot to repair, plus she hated her bike, plus today of all days, she had a group discussion session in the afternoon, and it felt to her like it took an eternity to get to the end of it. And making the whole thing the most painful was that the one guy she wanted to hang out with, Steve, skipped the group session today.

Naomi had texted Steve a zillion times during the group session, but she got no reply. "Fucking ghost, I will never talk to that guy again." Of course, she didn't mean it. Not only would she talk to him again, she'd probably fuck him before the weekend. But not today.

She pedaled the last few feet toward the garage, and parked her bike. As she walked away, the bike slipped from its parked position, and collapsed on the ground. She looked back in disgust, and just shouted "FUCK!" at it rather than go pick it up.

She stormed into the house, and the moment the door closed behind her, she yelled, "I am mad, I am hungry, I am exhausted, and I am super fucking horny!" She paused for a bit, expecting someone to respond -- a laugh, a comment, anything. But there was only silence.

"Where the fuck is everyone?" she said aloud. She looked at her watch. It was 5:25pm. Surely someone would be here. Based on her announcement a moment earlier, she hoped for either someone to cheer her up, offer her a snack, give her a place to nap, or fuck her.

"Hello?" she called out. No answer. She walked through the kitchen and peeked out the back door. No one was on the patio or by the pool. In fact, she hadn't seen anyone else's cars in the driveway. Maybe the house was actually empty?

Naomi smiled to herself. In any other house, the emptiness would be an invitation to do something personal, maybe intimate. She remembered when she used to live at her parents (before moving here), and how strict they always were. She never had boys over, and she was always terrified that her parents would hear her doing anything -- listening to music, talking on the phone, god forbid she should mature into a woman and try something sinful like masturbating.

But in this house, none of that existed. Everyone did whatever they wanted whenever they wanted, and there were no boundaries. Naomi wondered if it would feel like the old days if she lay in her bed and fingered herself while the house was empty. Just the night before, she lay on the couch between Gwendolyn and some French guy who was friends with Andrea, watching "Avengers," and spent half the movie with either her fingers, Gwen's fingers, or the French guy's fingers in her pussy.

She sighed. As she thought about it, the idea of just lying on her bed alone wasn't particularly arousing. Wasn't that the whole reason she moved to this house, to connect with her sexual needs? Besides, she was hot and sweaty from the bike ride, and the thing she needed the most right now was a shower.

"First step," she said out loud, "get naked."